MIDNIGHT DAYDREAM

Chapter 31

Kim hasn't been asleep for two days now. He diligently works on his laptop to trace where the mail came from. It's tricky and time-consuming, but through hard work, good technologies, and a lot of patience, nothing is impossible.

When he sees the address on his laptop, he smiles.

"Mong," he calls. "Fetch Secretary Tan."

Mong frowns. "Your father's secretary?"

"Yes. My tracker said he was hiding in his hometown. I'll text you the address. Bring him here in half a day." 

"Yes, Khun."

Kim always had suspicions that this was all his father's doing. Kim is the one who confines him in bed with his drugs and effectively strips him of any command. Kinn doesn't have the guts to do it out of respect (bullshit) and filial piety (even more bullshit). Tankhun doesn't have the resources to do it. So it falls on Kim.

But his father still has people who are loyal to him to do his bidding, including Secretary Tan. His father must've instructed him when he was sober enough. His secretary doesn't have the brain to think of something this tricky.

Kim chuckles. He should've checked more often. His father has a sharp mind that can think of an elaborate trick in a short time.

"On your way, please bring Khun Pat too. He's my father's tech guy."

Let's clean the house while he's doing this.

***
Kim looks at the two people, bloodied and battered, in front of him with bored faces. It's something to be afraid of. It means the end is near.

He sighs, gets up, and drags Pat by the hair to his father's room hundreds of meters apart. Wails and screams echo, but Kim's face is still the same. Blood paints the floor, creating a pattern. The maids must be bitching about this.

He opens the door and faces his father. He already asked his medical staff to stop all drugs for 24 hours so Korn is awake and sober enough. "Please, Khun Kim. Have mercy. I just did what told," Pat begs. "Khun Korn, please talk to Khun Kim. I'm just doing what you told me. Please!"

His father smiles at Kim, that kind spine-chilling smile Kim knows so much. His body is bound in bed, he can't move his arms and legs, but he's still looked as cocky as ever. Kim still has his bored look, trying hard not to break his mask when all he wants to do is scream.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" he asks his father. His voice is calm and collected. His father looks proud and impressed.

How fucked up!

Korn shrugs. "So you know," he says. "I just want to help you to get rid of your weakness. You've come a long way, Kim. I've shaped you with blood and tears myself. It will be shamed if you change now. All my hard work ..."

Kim pulls the trigger on Pat's head while still looking at his father in the eyes. His father laughs. "That's it, Kim! You know how to be an underworld god!"

Kim gives him a little smile. "I thought I should give you a little mercy and let you at least die less painfully. But no... You don't want that. Don't say I didn't warn you," he fetches a small tube and reaches for the syringe in the room.

Korn's eyes follow the tube. His throat suddenly becomes dry. "What is that?"

"Oh this," Kim shakes the tube, "This is one of my experimental drugs. For torture. This drug lets you feel burned alive for days ... The record is 12 days. Maybe you can outdo that."

"You can't do that! I'm your father, Kim!"

Korn tries to move away when Kim injects him but fails.

"I already installed cameras here, with all different angles, so I can enjoy your misery to my heart's content all day every day," Kim smiles sweetly, "It takes about an hour until the drug works. My small gift to you for becoming my sperm donor. Enjoy!" Kim says nonchalantly before he walks away. His father shouts for his name but Kim doesn't stop.